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Yudai whimpered as the man thrust into him savagely—one, two, three times—coming undone inside him. He felt the hot load spilling from his rim as the man pulled out. A sharp smack on his right cheek made him shudder. He hadn't come yet. The other didn't need to know that.
As the man gathered his scattered clothes from the floor, Yudai lay there face-down, catching his breath. His body was spent. He glanced over at the man, now standing awkwardly, as if waiting for something. Maybe more, maybe a stay the night from him. It was not their first encounter after all.
Yudai turned his head away. “Turn off the lights when you leave,” he said, his voice cold.
He didn't look, but he sensed the man's disappointment in the air. “See ya,” the man muttered before quickly leaving, the door clicking shut echoing in the quiet room.
Yudai didn't reply, there wouldn't be a next time. He was not stupid. He could see it in the way the man looked at him during sex now, how his touches had softened, his kisses deepened. Yudai couldn't afford that. The messiness of commitment. He just needed release, someone to fuck him to get him out of his head. Not a relationship.
And if he was honest with himself, someone else already occupied his heart.
With a sigh, he sat up on the edge of the bed and reached for the nightstand. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lit one, brought it to his mouth and took a deep drag. The hot red tip of the cig lighting up his face in the darkness.
He looked down at his throbbing cock, twitching for attention. With his free hand he started pumping it up and down almost painfully slow, teasingly. His breath hitched. The smoke filled his lungs, making him lightheaded. Yudai let his head fall back. He imagined rough, big hands touching his body, praising him. Dark eyes behind a camera lens telling him how good he was doing. As he pictured the man of his desires he came with a shaky breath.
He lit up another cig, looking at the ceiling now. Fuck. He was in trouble.
[...]
The next morning Yudai sat motionless as the makeup artist worked her magic on his face. Barefaced, he was already beautiful; with her touch, he became breathtaking.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. The soft blush gave him an innocent look. They were going for a cute-boyfriend look. He wasn't paying much attention to what the artist was saying, until she started carefully concealing a fresh hickey on his neck, glaring at him. A sharp tsk slipped from his lips before he could stop it.
“Oh, you don't get to be annoyed, Yudai-kun,” she teased, “I'm the one fixing your mistakes. Have some sympathy.”
Yudai lowered his gaze. She was right. He had fucked up. He had been clear that no marks were allowed in his encounters. But last night he was too cock-drunk to notice.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
The artist sighed, a flicker of pity in her eyes. Shaking her head, she resumed her job until Yudai looked like an angel fallen to earth—flawless and untouchable.
The shoot wrapped smoothly. Yudai was a natural. The camera adored him, and so did the crew. Everyone watched him intently under the flashes, his body moving with ease, striking pose after pose.
He was changing into comfy clothes when his manager burst into the dressing room, startling him. “Jesus!” Yudai yelped, hand to his racing heart.
The manager didn't even apologise. “I got you the cover!”
“Cover?” Yudai blinked, confused.
The manager sighed and explained. “You're going to be on the cover of anan! Plus a two-page spread inside!” Euijoo, his manager, jumped around excitedly.
Yudai's face broke into a huge smile. He launched himself at Euijoo, wrapping him in a tight hug, now both jumping in excitement.
“You're awesome, Euijoo-kun!” Yudai laughed, pinching his cheek. Euijoo blushed at the compliment, slapping Yudai's hand away softly. “I know, I know. I have my ways,” he winked. “Come on, let's go. I'll fill you in on the details in the car. We have to celebrate.”
After a few drinks and far too much delicious food, Yudai was finally alone in his apartment. He dropped onto the sofa, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was excited for the opportunities that would arise from featuring in anan. But there was one problem.
Murata Fuma.
He remembered Euijoo's eyes had sparkled while explaining the shoot was scheduled for next week, with none other than the renowned photographer Murata Fuma. Yudai's heart had skipped a beat at the name. A familiar warmth pooling low in his tummy.
They had worked together before and Fuma was brilliant at his job. Too brilliant.
The last time had been six months ago. He could still feel those strong hands guiding him into the perfect pose, each touch burning his skin. That deep voice directing his every movement, praise rolling off Fuma's tongue whenever their eyes met through the lens. And those eyes. God, those eyes—dark, intense, hungry. Just like Yudai's own.
That night, Yudai fucked himself on his favorite dildo, chasing the memory of those hands, those eyes, that voice. Coming loudly with Fuma's name on his tongue.
Poor neighbors…
[...]
Yudai arrived at the studio fifteen minutes early. He had convinced himself he wasn't nervous at all. Maybe he could fool others, but not Euijoo.
“Yudai-kun, calm down. Everything's going to be alright,” Euijoo said, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. “Fuma-san is a professional, and you're the best model out there. It'll turn out amazing. Trust me.”
Oh, if only Euijoo knew what was really shaking him. It wasn't the shoot or the prestige of anan. It was him. Fuma.
Yudai had barely slept, restless, the upcoming session replaying over and over in his head. What would Fuma say? Will he put his hands on him again? It had always been purely professional before. But this time… Yudai wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.
The man had been haunting his dreams and fantasies for months.
He checked his phone one last time, as if the device had the solution to his turmoil, before a young assistant came to get him, leading him to the dressing room.
Yudai was a little disappointed, even if he didn't want to admit to it. He didn't see Fuma on the way in, not even while they waited outside. Sigh. Maybe it was for the best. He was already a wreck of nerves.
Yudai shook the thoughts away as the stylists changed him into the first outfit: a black mesh shirt that seductively slipped off one shoulder, barely leaving anything to the imagination, paired with tight leather pants which hugged Yudai's hips and perky ass deliciously. He checked himself in the mirror. He was no narcissist, but there was no harm in admitting he looked hot as fuck. The eyeliner giving his eyes a sharper look. Seductive.
When Yudai stepped out of the dressing room and made his way to the center of the set, every stare in the room followed him. There weren't many people, as it was a private shoot, but the ones there were already captivated by Yudai's raw sex appeal.
The one gaze he cared about most, though, wasn't on him yet. Fuma was busy adjusting his camera, back turned, making sure everything was ready for the shoot.
Euijoo made his way next to Yudai. “Daaamn, look at you. You look wow,” he whistled. Yudai snorted, shaking his head. Both walked towards Fuma, as it was tradition to greet the team they were going to work with.
“Fuma-san,” Euijoo was the first to talk and Yudai couldn't be more grateful, as he was too focused on the way Fuma's shirt stretched tight across his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, veiny forearms. And those hands-
His train of thought got interrupted when Euijoo elbowed him, side-eyeing him. Yudai flushed, realizing he had been caught staring.
The man in front of him was now looking directly at him. “Long time no see, Yudai-kun,” Fuma greeted him. “Looking forward to working with you, again.”
Yudai swallowed hard. “The pleasure is mine, Fuma-san,” he managed, taking the offered hand. Their fingers brushed as he pulled away, the brief contact electrifying.
Fuma nodded, his gaze sliding slowly down Yudai's body and back up, darkening as it went. “Let's start, then.”
Euijoo clapped his hands. “You got this, Yudai-kun.”
As Yudai turned and made his way to the rumpled bed on set, he could swear he felt Fuma's eyes burning into his ass, the tight leather doing wonders to it. His heart hammered in anticipation.
[...]
Fuma's voice cut through the low hum of the studio lights, calm and commanding.
“Yudai, sit on the edge of the bed. Lean back on your hands-yes, like that. Relax your shoulders, let the mesh fall naturally.”
The camera clicked in rapid bursts. Yudai followed every direction on instinct, body moving like it was made for this. But every word from Fuma burrowed under his skin, the deep timbre dragging him closer to the edge.
“Good,” Fuma murmured. “Now turn around. One foot on the floor, one knee on the bed… look at me over your shoulder.”
Yudai obeyed. The pose stretched the leather pants even tighter across his thighs and ass, the fabric creaking softly.
Fuma stepped closer, closing the distance. Yudai’s breath caught as a warm hand settled gently on his small waist.
“Like this,” Fuma whispered near his ear, voice low enough that only Yudai could hear. He shivered involuntarily as Fuma guided his long legs apart with his own thigh, the pressure firm and deliberate.
Yudai's breath came out shaky. He knew Fuma noticed, felt it in the subtle flex of fingers against his skin.
But neither said anything.
Fuma stepped back to the camera, expression unreadable. “Perfect. Hold it.”
After a few minutes, Yudai was getting changed into his second outfit: a long leather coat, shirtless, abs oiled up, paired with tight jeans, his hair wet. Simple, yet he made it look a thousand times sexier.
The shoot continued. Yudai was getting worked up the longer it went on, Fuma's directions growing bolder—dirtier.
“Lay down, push the coat to the side and show me your ass.”
Yudai bit his lip to repress a moan.
“Yes, baby, like that,” Fuma muttered under his breath, chest heaving a little faster.
Yudai had been semi-hard for a while now. The way Fuma looked at him, the increasingly daring touches, that deep voice ringing in his ears, he was going crazy.
The third outfit made him feel hotter—hornier. At least his dick wasn't restrained anymore. He was wearing a long silk skirt with a thigh-high side slit, one long, smooth leg almost fully exposed. A harness crossing his bare torso completed the look. The thong shifted deeper into his ass with every step.
Yudai felt like he could explode any minute.
He noticed Euijoo was nowhere to be seen as he sat on the bed. As if Fuma had read his thoughts, the photographer approached him.
“Euijoo-kun had to attend some important meeting at your company,” Fuma said with a soft smile. “He asked me to tell you.”
Yudai looked up, meeting his eyes, “Thank you. Did he tell you when he'd be back?” He tilted his head slightly, unconsciously exposing the line of his neck.
Fuma swallowed hard, clearing his throat.
“No. But hopefully before we wrap.”
“Yeah, hopefully.”
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Yudai looked away first, thighs pressing together. He was so turned on he nearly launched himself at the man standing over him.
Fuma lifted the camera again, moving freely now, capturing Yudai from every angle.
“Cross your exposed leg over the other. Gorgeous. You're really something, Yudai. My camera loves you.”
Yudai let out a soft giggle, ears burning in embarrassment.
Then, a sudden surge of boldness hit him.
“Just the camera?” he asked quietly. At the same time, he slowly parted his legs, the silk skirt’s slit riding higher, revealing smooth thigh almost to the hip. His eyes were half lidded, filled with burning desire.
Fuma lowered the camera, visibly affected by the scene in front of him.
Yudai closed his eyes, head falling back, a breathy sigh escaping his lips. Another wave of flashes followed.
When he opened his eyes again, grin teasing, his gaze dropped and caught the unmistakable strain in Fuma's pants.
“Fuck…” Yudai squirmed, thighs rubbing together in need of some friction.
Fuma groaned low in his throat. “One more outfit and we are done. Go.”
Yudai froze.
Shit. Had he fucked up? Had he misread everything? Pushed too far?
If Fuma rejected him, if word got out, his career would be over.
He was screwed.
Yudai rushed to the dressing room, slamming the door harder than intended. He was panting, back pressed against the wooden door. The room was empty, as the final outfit didn't need stylists.
He took deep breaths, trying to calm down. His arousal had faded as quickly as it built. Now he was just scared.
What if he really had messed up?
He looked at the thin silk robe neatly folded on the chair. With shaky hands, he started undressing. The last segment was essentially naked, artistic, strategic, but still utterly exposed.
Before, the idea had thrilled him. Now? He was terrified.
Yudai grabbed his phone, sending a quick text to Euijoo. Where are you? Will you be back soon?
He waited. Ten minutes. Twenty. Nothing.
He slammed the phone down.
“It's okay,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Everything's okay. Let's just get this over with.”
Yudai stepped back onto the set, clutching the robe tightly around himself. The studio was quiet, no one around except for Fuma.
“You took your time,” Fuma said softly, studying him. Yudai looked away.
“I told the crew they could head home,” Fuma continued. “Figured you'd be more comfortable with just me here.”
Yudai's face snapped up, eyes wide. “Oh. Th-thank you,” he whispered, a shy blush creeping up his neck. God, you're so easy for this man.
“Are you ready?” Fuma asked, stepping closer.
Yudai instinctively took a step back. Fuma froze immediately, guilt flashing in his eyes.
“Y-yes!” Yudai turned toward the bed, his back to Fuma. Heart pounding, he opened the robe and let it slide down his shoulders, pooling at his feet.
He was completely naked in front of the man who'd haunted him for months.
Steeling himself, he glanced over his shoulder. “How do you want me?”
Fuma's pupils blew wide. “What?”
“To pose,” Yudai clarified, voice small. “How do you want me to pose?”
“Oh. Right.”, Fuma exhaled slowly. “Just… let go. Feel yourself. Be comfortable.”
Yudai nodded and climbed onto the bed, giving Fuma a fleeting, perfect view of his ass before pulling the sheet over his lower half. He rested his chin on one hand, gazing at the camera.
“Like this?”
Fuma was dazzled.
He snapped shot after shot, voice low and steady as he encouraged Yudai to let go.
Every praise eased the knot in Yudai's chest, making him feel safe again. Comfortable.
Now Fuma stood over him, camera angled down at his face. Yudai bit his bottom lip, hands slowly caressing his own chest, tracing down his abs. Soft gasps slipped out. Eyelashes fluttering up at the lens. Goosebumps prickled across his skin as Fuma leaned closer.
Yudai rolled onto his stomach, propping himself up on his forearms. Messy hair fell into his eyes, glossy lips parted. He looked back at Fuma just as he subtly rocked his hips against the bed, biting down hard on his lip to repress a whimper.
He was turned on again, helplessly. Fuma had that effect on him.
Fuma lowered the camera slowly, gaze fixed as the sheet slipped lower on Yudai's hips with the arch of his back. Ass fully on display, inviting.
Something snapped inside Fuma.
He set the camera aside with a soft click, the last professional barrier gone.
Yudai looked at him, confused. “Are we do–”
He couldn't finish. In a split second, Fuma's lips crashed against his.
Yudai melted instantly, arms wrapping around Fuma's neck, pulling him closer. Fuma bit his lower lip, drawing a gasp, Yudai's mouth opening in invitation. Fuma took it, tongue sliding in to taste him fully.
Yudai moaned as one of Fuma's hands closed gently around his throat, the other tracing down his bare chest.
They broke apart only when their lungs burned, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, breathing each other's air.
“Fuck, Yudai,” Fuma whispered against his ear, voice rough. He nibbled the lobe, sending shivers down Yudai's spine. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”
“Show me.”
That was all it took.
Fuma lost the last thread of restraint. He pulled Yudai into another kiss—messy, hungry. In one swift move, he threw the sheet aside and climbed on top, straddling him, pinning him in place. The hand around Yudai's throat pressed just enough to thrill.
Fuma's mouth trailed down Yudai's neck, biting and licking the soft skin, hard enough to sting, careful not to leave marks.
Yudai tugged desperately at Fuma's shirt, shaky fingers fumbling the buttons. In frustration, he yanked hard, fabric ripping, buttons scattering across the floor.
Fuma chuckled low against his skin.
“Impatient much?”
Yudai could only stare, breathless. Fuma's body was sculpted perfection, just like a Greek god.
A needy moan tore from his throat. “Fuma-san, please. Fuck me.”
Fuma growled, shedding the ruined shirt. He captured one of Yudai's nipples with his mouth, circling it with his tongue. His other hand worked the other, pinching and rolling until Yudai arched off the bed.
Yudai's moans grew louder, more desperate. The strain in Fuma's pants was impossible to ignore now.
Yudai reached down and palmed the bulge in Fuma's pants, rubbing firmly up and down. Fuma groaned against his skin. Yudai's fingers fumbled for the belt, but Fuma caught his wrists pinning them above his head.
“Not yet, baby.”
The pet name sent a violent shudder through Yudai.
Fuma continued lower, lips trailing hot kisses over Yudai's chest, down his abs. When his warm breath ghosted over Yudai's cock, it twitched eagerly in response.
Fuma didn't waste time. He took Yudai into his mouth, sucking the head slowly, eyes locked on Yudai's face, memorizing every expression. Yudai squirmed under him, head falling back, fingers tangling in Fuma's hair.
Fuma set a steady pace, bobbing deeper, nearly swallowing him whole.
Yudai's eyes flew open when he felt Fuma's fingers circling his rim. “Fuma-san… please,” he begged again.
Fuma moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight up Yudai's spine.
When Yudai's breaths turned ragged and his cock throbbed relentlessly, Fuma pulled off.
Yudai whimpered at the loss, he'd been so close.
“Not yet,” Fuma said, removing a strand of hair from Yudai's face. “You'll come with my dick inside you, my pretty boy.”
Yudai nearly came on the spot. Tears spilled down his cheeks. “Please! Fuma! Fuck me!”
“Shh, it's okay baby,” Fuma cupped his face, kissing him softly. “I'll give it to you. Will you be a good boy for me, hm?”
Yudai nodded frantically, chasing Fuma's lips.
Fuma guided Yudai's hands to his belt, letting him undo it this time. Yudai shifted eagerly, rolling onto his stomach. When he tugged Fuma's pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free, thick, hard and slapping against Yudai's cheek.
Yudai gasped, speechless. It wasn't ridiculously large, just above average in length, but the girth… God, that delicious thickness made his hole flutter with need.
It felt heavy in his hand. Yudai licked his lips, stroking slowly to reveal the flushed head, pressing a soft kiss to it. Eyes darting up at Fuma, who was watching him intently.
He took the head into his mouth, sucking gently, tasting, moaning around the stretch. His hips swayed involuntarily, grinding against the bed.
“Come on, love,” Fuma murmured, fingers threading into Yudai's hair, guiding him deeper. “Open wide for me. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”
Yudai obeyed instantly, mouth opening wider, taking as much as he could. He gagged slightly when the thick head brushed the back of his throat. Tears welled in his eyes, but he didn't pull back. Their gazes locked as Fuma watched him swallow more.
At first, Fuma let Yudai set the pace. Then his grip tightened in Yudai's hair, hips rocking slowly, deliberately, fucking into his mouth with controlled thrusts.
Yudai's face was wet with tears, eyes glazed and lost in pleasure. The gagging and wet sounds filled the room. A perfect, obscene melody.
“Fuck…” Fuma moaned. “You're taking me so well, baby. You were made for this. Made for my cock.”
Yudai sucked harder, drawing a curse from Fuma's lips. His hand darted between the bed and his body, seeking his own cock.
Fuma stopped him, pulling out of Yudai's mouth, Yudai whined in protest.
Fuma caught his body, bringing him up for a deep kiss, tasting himself in Yudai's tongue. Then, laying him back on the bed, he grabbed Yudai's legs, hoisting them over his shoulders.
“You're so flexible, Yudai. I love it.”
Before Yudai could respond, Fuma pulled his legs higher, folding him nearly in half. The angle brought Fuma's face level with his ass.
“W-wait–”
Yudai couldn't stop it. Fuma's rough hands spread his cheeks, and he dove in, tongue circling Yudai's rim with devastating precision.
Fuma ate him out like a man starved, disgustingly heavenly. Yudai dissolved into a mess of moans and whimpers.
He opened his eyes when Fuma pulled back slightly, reaching forward, fingers hovering near Yudai's lips.
“Open up, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”
Yudai parted his lips, welcoming two digits. He grabbed Fuma's wrist and sucked with enthusiasm,tongue swirling around them.
He moaned muffled around the fingers as Fuma resumed, tongue pressing past his rim, the burning sensation driving him wild.
When Fuma decided it was enough, he withdrew, lowering Yudai's ass gently back to the bed. He crawled up, trailing kisses along the way, until he captured Yudai's lips in a fierce, eager clash.
Yudai was so lost in the kiss he barely registered the first finger pressing past the tight ring of muscles. It wasn't until Fuma curled it inside him that awareness hit.
“Shit-” he whispered, head falling back, baring his neck for Fuma's mouth.
“You're doing so well…” Fuma murmured against his skin, sliding the finger in and out. “Relax, love.”
Yudai arched violently when Fuma curled just right, massaging that bundle of nerves. Fuma thrust with devastating precision, drawing screams of agonizing pleasure from Yudai's throat.
Then he added a second finger, stretching him further. The third followed shortly after. Fuma scissored and curled relentlessly until Yudai's body vibrated, incoherent words spilling from his lips. He was completely lost.
Yudai mumbled something Fuma couldn't catch.
“What is it, baby?” Fuma asked softly, pressing gentle kisses along his jaw.
“Need…you…” Yudai murmured, hand trembling as he caressed Fuma's face. “Please…”
Fuma couldn't resist anymore. He wanted it just as badly.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, wiping them on the sheets. Wrapping a hand around his own cock, he pumped a few times, he'd never been this hard in his life.
Fuma shifted as if to pull away, but Yudai's legs snapped around his waist, anchoring him in place.
“D-don't go…” he pleaded, voice small.
Fuma chuckled softly. “I'm not leaving you, baby. I was going to grab a condom.”
Yudai shook his head, pulling him closer with his legs.
Fuma raised an eyebrow.
“No…” he whispered. “Raw. I want you raw…”
Fuma clicked his tongue, eyes darkening.
“Fuck, Yudai. You're driving me insane.”
He looked down at the beautiful man beneath him—flushed, desperate, his. He still couldn't believe this was happening, but he'd make sure to ruin Yudai for anyone else. Make him only his.
“Spit,” he commanded, holding his palm to Yudai's lips.
Yudai obeyed. Fuma slicked himself with it, gripping one of Yudai's legs and lifting it high. He lined his thick cock against Yudai's entrance, teasing the rim with the head.
Yudai let out a shaky breath, hands roaming Fuma's abs and strong arms. He grabbed Fuma's free hand and guided it to his throat.
Fuma understood instantly, fingers pressing just enough.
Yudai moaned, eyes fluttering shut.
Fuma held his breath and pushed. The thick head breached Yudai's rim slowly, drawing deep groans from both of them.
“You're so fucking tight, baby,” Fuma growled, voice strained.
Yudai squeezed his eyes shut, toes curling as Fuma's girth sank deeper, stretching him wide. The burning was sharp but so damn sweet. His nails dug in Fuma's back, leaving half-moons marks on heated skin.
A few inches in, Fuma stilled, panting hard. The clench of Yudai around him was almost too much, dangerously close to tipping him over.
He started counting silently in his head—cute cats, fluffy dogs, anything to keep him from coming right then. He wanted to savor this forever, but Yudai made it so fucking hard.
Taking a shaky breath, Fuma looked down at him.
Yudai was a wreck, his wreck. Pupils blown wide, eyes glassy with tears, lips swollen and red from biting, a thin trail of saliva dropping from the corner of his lips.
So freaking beautiful.
“M-move,” Yudai said, wetting his lips.
Fuma couldn't resist. He leaned forward, capturing Yudai's lips in a searing kiss just as he pulled back and thrust in again, slow, swallowing every moan.
Yudai clung desperately to Fuma's neck, needing more, all of him. Now.
With his legs locked around Fuma's waist, he yanked the hips forward, forcing Fuma to bottom out in one brutal stroke.
Yudai's eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent “O.”
Fuma shook violently. “Fuuuck,” he cursed, teeth sinking into Yudai's shoulder to muffle his groan. Yudai's walls clenched and sucked him in, swallowing his thick cock whole.
He tried to hold back but it was impossible, Yudai felt too damn good. Fuma pulled back until only the tip remained, then slammed forward with brutal force, ripping a scream from Yudai's throat.
He set a punishing pace, deep and relentless. Fuma leaned forward, forehead pressed to Yudai's, and fucked him savagely.
Yudai's moans turned to pure screams of ecstasy. He bit down on Fuma's shoulder, tasting blood. His nails raked Fuma's muscled back with every stroke that buried deep inside him. He had never felt so full.
Fuma hooked Yudai's legs again, sucking soft marks into the skin before lifting them over his shoulders. Yudai cried out at the new angle, his prostate hammered without mercy.
“You're taking my cock so well, hm?” Fuma bit his lip, stifling a guttural moan. “My little slut.”
Yudai's eyes flew open. He came harder than he ever had, body shuddering uncontrollably, scream caught in his throat. His walls clenched so tight around Fuma's thickness that Fuma had to freeze, or he'd have lost it right there.
Yudai panted, rolling to the side, forcing Fuma to pull back. “Oh, shit, Fuma,” he gasped. His hole clenched emptily with every breath, body still trembling.
Fuma worried for a second. “Baby, you okay?” he asked gently, hand rubbing soothing circles on Yudai's back.
“That…” Yudai rasped, throat dry. “That was…amazing. Fuck.” He rubbed his thighs together, squirming, a long moan slipping past pressed lips.
Fuma watched, amusement replacing concern. A malicious grin spread across his face.
“Oh. Never been fucked this good before?” he teased, palms planted on either side of Yudai's head, caging him in. “Or… the name-calling did it for you, hm? Slut?” He dragged the last word, voice low and inquisitive.
Yudai rolled onto his stomach and arched his back, wiggling his ass playfully, rubbing against Fuma's still-hard-as-a-rock cock.
“Come on, big boy,” Yudai murmured, humming. A sly smirk curved his lips.
Fuma growled like a bull. He grabbed Yudai's arms, yanking them back, and entered him in one harsh stroke. His pelvis clashed loudly against Yudai's ass.
Yudai's legs gave out, face planting into the bed. Fuma didn't stop, he kept hammering mercilessly. It was overwhelming. Yudai tried crawling away on instinct.
Fuma didn't let him.
“Where do you think you're going?” Fuma groaned. “Come here, my slut.”
He wrapped an arm around Yudai's waist, trapping his arms against his sides, and pulled him upright with him. Now both kneeling on the bed, Fuma pounded him harder, deeper, claiming every inch.
Yudai's head fell back against Fuma's shoulder, vision blurring. His hands gripped Fuma's thighs for anchor. He tried to meet the thrusts, but sensation clouded everything.
His breath hitched as heat coiled low in his belly, but different this time. Deeper. Pleasure throbbed heavily around his prostate, walls tightening in waves. He was coming. “W-wait… something's–” he gasped, eyes widening in confusion as it intensified without the expected spurt. His prostate pulsed relentlessly, waves looping and amplifying until he was sobbing.
Fuma's thrusts faltered. He was close.
“Baby, I'm coming.”
“In-inside,” Yudai managed, voice breaking.
Fuma came with a deep groan, spilling hot and deep inside him. Yudai's walls milked him dry through the endless, shuddering waves.
Both collapsed onto the mattress, breathless. Fuma was careful not to crush Yudai. He planted soft kisses along Yudai's back, soothing him.
“You were amazing, Yudai. So good for me,” he whispered against his ear, earning a soft, contented moan in return.
They stayed tangled like that for a few minutes until Fuma pulled out carefully. Yudai let out a satisfied sigh.
Fuma lay beside him, pulling the sheet over them both. He brushed damps strands of hair from Yudai's face, gently wiping away the remaining tears. Their gazes met.
Both leaned in at the same time, lips connecting in a slow, meaningful kiss. Yudai breathed shakily against Fuma's mouth.
“Do you feel okay?” Fuma asked, eyes gentle.
Yudai nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through. He scooted closer, resting his head on Fuma's chest.
“That was…” Yudai murmured.
“Awesome,” both said in unison.
Yudai giggled, the sound light and breathless, burying his face against warm skin. His eyelids felt heavy. With a soft smile plastered on his face and his heart full, he drifted off to sleep.
[...]
Yudai opened his eyes slowly. The room was dim. Rubbing them, he looked around, he was still in the studio. The space beside him on the bed was empty but still warm.
“Hello, sleepyhead.”
Yudai turned toward the voice. Fuma approached with a glass of water, fully dressed now.
“Here, drink,” he offered gently.
Yudai took it and downed the whole thing. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was.
His body ached, but it was the good kind of ache.
He looked down at himself. He was clean and wearing boxers and a t-shirt that definitely wasn't his. He lifted the collar, inhaling deeply, and smiled.
“Your shirt?” he asked.
Fuma nodded, mirroring the smile. “Thank you,” Yudai added softly.
Fuma leaned in, pressing a gentle peck to his lips.
“Euijoo stopped by earlier, said he couldn't reach you and got worried,” Fuma handed over Yudai's phone. “You should call him.”
Yudai unlocked it. 20 unread messages. 34 missed calls.
“Fuck.”
Yudai left shortly after that, but not before they shared a few more lingering kisses, exchanged numbers and promised to meet again soon.
The next weeks were hectic for both. They barely had time to text or call. They hadn't put a label on what they had yet, but both knew they were exclusive, no one else, just them.
One day, Yudai was in his apartment after a long, stressful shoot. He’d just finished showering and was about to turn off the lights when the doorbell rang.
“Uh?” He wasn't expecting anyone, and honestly didn't want company.
With heavy steps, he walked to the door and opened it with a sigh.
“Fuma!?”
“Yudai,” Fuma said softly, standing there with a small, hopeful smile.
“How–what are you doing here?” Yudai asked, confusion melting into excitement.
“Needed to see you,” Fuma replied, rocking his body back and forth, nervous.
Yudai's eyes watered. “I've missed you,” he whispered. “So much.”
They launched forward at the same time, embracing each other in a tight hug, sharing a passionate kiss.
They stumbled inside like that, the door closing behind them, full of promises and the sweet future awaiting them.
The end.